Reflections on that painfully vast space between your first draft and the publisher's printing press, with tenuously related insights into motherhood, the legal profession and admittedly unrelated thoughts on...well...unrelated topics...
I’m currently on tour for my acclaimed debut novel, The Pecking Order. I run a 7-minute mile, volunteer at the shelter, and cook gourmet meals for my underwear-model husband. Oh, and did I mention I don’t exist? I’m a mere nom de plume created in the prison-like confines of the bloggers’ law firm. The real authors are nothing like me. Kris is a former high-strung litigator turned, well, high-strung in-house counsel. She doesn't run a 7-minute mile and cooks only 30-minute meals, but is grateful she's home enough to know where to find the EVOO. Laura is now a lawyer in the public sector, which means she has to buy her clothes at Target, but actually gets to see her two young sons more than once a week. Unlike me, The Pecking Order is real. It’s the 250-page product of Kris and Laura’s late night discussions at the office about the absurdity of the large law firm and their inability to find work-life balance there. When they’re not devising how in the world to get The Pecking Order published, Kris and Laura work on other joint and solo writing projects.